Kiss You

Best Song Ever

Chapter 3

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I have never been one of those girls who do their make-up, take hours getting dressed, or even do my hair on a daily basis. But yet here I find myself staring into my closet looking for something to wear. I've been standing here for almost twenty minutes now wondering why I don't have anything worthy of wearing as I meet One Direction. I grunt and drop onto the floor in front of my closet.

"I think that it's time." I look behind me at Kathy who is sitting on my bed fully dressed looking at me impatiently.

"Time for what?" I question her although we both know that I know what she's talking about. She doesn't answer me, instead she sighs and leaves the room shutting the door behind her. I stand back up staying back into the closet waiting for a miracle.

The door opens and I turn expecting to see Kathy but instead it's my mom holding a little red heart shaped jewelry box. My eyes light up at the sight of the little suede box.

"Aw mom that is so adorable and gorgeous it's . . .adorgeous!" I explain motioning towers the box also laughing at her disgusted face since she hates it when I combine words like that. I walk over to her and reach my hands out silently asking her for permission to take the box. She hands it to me with a weird expression that I can't read. My mom walks past me and takes a seat on the floor in front of my closet just like I was a couple seconds before.

"So what are you going to wear, love?" I smile at the pet name she just called me. I walk over and take a seat right next to her and lean on her shoulder. She looks down at me, obviously confused by my cheerfulness.

"You haven't called me that since I was like four, mom." I saw a flash of sadness in her eyes, and she looked back up at my closet. I immediately realized what I said and was about to apologize but was stopped by the sound of her voice.

"Your father came up with the nickname." she begun without taking her eyes off the clothes in my closet. I looked up at her waiting for her to continue. I didn't rush her since I already knew this was a sensitive subject.

"At first I thought it was a little inappropriate to call you love instead of me, but looking back I realized I was just a some what jealous." She sighed and sadly smiled to herself.

"But after awhile the nickname began to grow on me, so I began to call you it too." I could tell by the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes that she really had a hard time talking about my dad. I think about him a lot, but most of the memories are foggy since he died when I was four. It's very hard to think of anyone else being my father except my step dad, Joseph. Mother met him when I was six and by the time I turned seven they were already happily married.

My mom was close to tears by this point. I wanted to tell her to stop since this subject brought her so much pain but my curiosity took over my sympathy. Just as my mom was about to continue with her story Kathy bursts in with a load of clothes in her hands.

"So I raided your mom's closet since she dresses way better than y-" Kathy stops talking when she sees my mom sitting on the ground next to me. She goes wide eyed and attempts to hind the mountain of trendy fabric behind her back. My mom and I just giggle and shake our heads.

"So what are you going to wear honey?" my mom asks me standing up and reaching her hand down to help me up. I realize that she is using Kathy's interruption as an advantage to change the subject. I sigh taking her hand making no effort to bring the conversation back up.

"How about this?" Kathy asks holding up a tight ruby red dress. I scrunch my nose waving my hand dismissively.

"I'm trying to look cute, not cheap." I state turning to my mom. "Why do you even have that?" I ask pointing at the skimpy dress. I shake my head giving her the hand not waiting for her answer. She just chuckles and walks over to my dresser sitting in front of the mirror and taking the jewelry box in her hands. She stared at me then back down at the jewelry box, slowly the corners of her mouth turned up into a smile.